The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-01-26
PENCIL AGAINST PISTOL.
4 Bully Receives = Pninfal and Curious Lesson
From Quiet Han.

From Quiet Han.
One OF the notorious characters OF
this section is Three-toed Watson,
whose right first name nobody knows,
and whose last name probably was
not Watson in the states. lie was
one OF the gang called rustlers who
keep on tho edge of civilization and
make it morally rugged Three-toed
Watson came here with the railroad
and has made himself unpleasantly
conspicuous in all the fights and fan
dango trays that have varied the 9th
erwise monotonous course OF things in
Chivatito. BY shooting two mon and
freely flourishing q frontier revolver
in the saloons, Watson has acquired
the coveted notoriety of being a
bad man and chief OF the camp, and
also established the custom among
barkeep,rs OF never charging him any
thing for whlskey or meals. When
the railroad went on Three-toed Wat
son did not follow with the gang 1t
is not an easy thing to be acknowledge
ed as chief in q railroad camp but,
having got there, the privilege OF free
lunches, and general bossship OF the
saloons are too valuable to frontier
tough to be lightly thrown away or
abandoned. Watson is very liberal
with his privileges and never takes
drink without asking all hands to join
HIM. A refusal to drunk with him is
a deadly insult, as it conveys to the
mind OF Three toed Watson the in
ference that the person refusing con-
siders him no gentleman. After to-
nights experience, however, he prob
ably will not be so pressing liberal.
Two mining engineers were sitting
at table IN saloon where the bully
was running things, and when Watson
ordered everybody up to the bar ono
OF them, n German naried Winkler,
politely declined. Mr.. Watson pro-
duced q ponderous pistol and, poking
the muzzle into WiDklef's fnre, he
roared:-
Eyer won't drink with TO, yer
Dutch tender FOOT Reckon yer don't
know me. Pm bowling blizzar OF
the perarie, am; and when Pm turn
ed loose, it's dirty work cleaning up
the ranch. Pm a gentleman, and
you'll drink along O. me or make
soft seat for the Coroner.
Mr.. Winkler's one eye squinted into
the pistol barrel, and quietly re-
Marked
"Well. ii you insist, I'm with you"
Gettingup from the table, he walked
over to the bar and stood beside Wat
son, who fourished the pistol one
more under the nose OF Winkler and
returned it to the holster. Holding "a
whiskey glass in the left hand, WiDkler
took from vest pocket a draughts-
mans six II lead pencil, sharpened to
q needle point. Turning to Three-toed
Watson he said
Look here, sirl You are bigger
man than am, and could whip me ii
you wanted to without any weapons.
didn't want to drink, but you pulled
q pistol and would have shot me ii
hadn't stepped up here. carry no
arms, you see; nothing but a pencil"
Here Winkler poised the pencil, which
ne grasped firmly with his right thumb
and finger, directly opposite Watson's
face as though to call attention to
the insignifcance OF his armory and
emphasize his remarks; at the same
time looking the bully steadily I'M the
eye.
NOW want to tell YOU" fc con-
tinued. that you're an internal cow
ard and a scoundrel, and l can lick
you with a lead pencil" And just as
the bully reached for his gun the pen
Gil darted forward like flash into
his left eye, the point passing accurate
ly through the pupil. Three-toed
Watson yelled in agony and fell upon
the floor, writhing and shrieking.
Mr.. Winkler put the pencil back into
his vest pocket, replaced the untasted
whiskey upon the bar and went out.
Watson may pull through if he has
luck, but that eye will be of no more
use to him, and his privileges as O
bad man are gone.-New York Sun.